I spent my day studying as i usually like spending my 1st Januarys.....just a kind of superstition that I have. You spend the entire year doing what you do on the first. So today was a day spent in exhaustive brain activity. Ive long nourished a secret ambition of becoming a workaholic. Looks as if im getting closer to that year by year. Liking my studies more and more.....If only I could ignore the absolutely vast periods of lethargy that would put even hibernating creatures to shame.

I love the modern century. Its so fascinatingly complex. Makes you realise the fragility of man in his entirety.The helplesness it itself faces from a world changed by him alone- willingly and eagerly. the modern man...confused rather than being empowered. Unable to cope with his rapidly changing psyche.Man is at new crossroads in his eternal quest to discover the self. And he must survive the harsh winds of change that threaten to tear him apart.-winds he's churned up himself.

"the woods are lovely, dark and deep....but i have promises to keep...and miles to go before i sleep"Ive got many promises to keep. Most of them to myself. Somehow I dont really like promising things to other people.Unlike the ones you make to yourself you cant break them.

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"I am the song that rises from a thousand souls.I am the unknown breeze that caresses your cheek on a humid evening. I am the stranger who smiles at you in passing leaving you happier than you were, moments before.I am full of happiness like a rising sun, I bathe all who stand around me in the glow of my happiness and you make me happy, just by being you. I am the strings of a guitar and the beat of a drum, I am the glint in a lovers eye, I am the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.I am the bird flying high above and I am all the fish in the ocean....

I am the butterfly the little children laugh in pleasure at...I am the cry of a starving child, I am the deep sadness in the eyes of the poor, the homeless and the forgotten...whom I remember...."

We, The People.

"WE ARE THE MUSIC MAKERS, AND WE ARE THE DREAMERS OF THE DREAM. WANDERING BY LONE SEA BREAKERS, AND SITTING BY DESOLATE STREAMS. WORLD LOSERS AND WORLD FORSAKERS, FOR WHOM THE PALE MOON GLEAMS. YET WE ARE MOVERS AND THE SHAKERS OF THE WORLD FOREVER IT SEEMS.”